"Say not so-say not so, I implore you," cried the agitated brother. "Think how devoted has been your love to our aged father; how disinterested, how tender, your affection to me!"
"Yes," said Isabella, a smile of mild pleasure beaming on her countenance, "that, at least, is a reflection which may be taken to the grave."
Neither Frances nor her brother interrupted her meditations, which continued for several minutes; when, suddenly recollecting herself, she continued,-
"I remain selfish even to the last; with me, Miss Wharton, America and her liberties were my earliest pa.s.sion, and-" Again she paused, and Frances thought it was the struggle of death that followed; but reviving, she proceeded, "Why should I hesitate, on the brink of the grave! Dunwoodie was my next and my last. But," burying her face in her hands, "it was a love that was unsought."
"Isabella!" exclaimed her brother, springing from the bed, and pacing the floor in disorder.
"See how dependent we become under the dominion of worldly pride; it is painful to George to learn that one he loves had not feelings superior to her nature and education."
"Say no more," whispered Frances; "you distress us both-say no more, I entreat you."
"In justice to Dunwoodie I must speak; and for the same reason, my brother, you must listen. By no act or word has Dunwoodie ever induced me to believe he wished me more than a friend; nay, latterly, I have had the burning shame of thinking that he avoided my presence."
"Would he dare?" said Singleton, fiercely.
"Peace, my brother, and listen," continued Isabella, rousing herself with an effort that was final. "Here is the innocent, the justifiable cause. We are both motherless; but that aunt-that mild, plain-hearted, observing aunt, has given you the victory. Oh! how much she loses, who loses a female guardian to her youth. I have exhibited those feelings which you have been taught to repress. After this, can I wish to live?"
"Isabella! my poor Isabella! you wander in your mind."
"But one word more-for I feel that blood, which ever flowed too swiftly, rushing where nature never intended it to go. Woman must be sought to be prized; her life is one of concealed emotions; blessed are they whose early impressions make the task free from hypocrisy, for such only can be happy with men like-like Dunwoodie." Her voice failed, and she sank back on her pillow in silence. The cry of Singleton brought the rest of the party to her bedside; but death was already upon her countenance; her remaining strength just sufficed to reach the hand of George, and pressing it to her bosom for a moment, she relinquished her grasp, and, with a slight convulsion, expired.
Frances Wharton had thought that fate had done its worst, in endangering the life of her brother, and destroying the reason of her sister; but the relief conveyed by the dying declaration of Isabella taught her that another sorrow had aided in loading her heart with grief. She saw the whole truth at a glance; nor was the manly delicacy of Dunwoodie lost upon her-everything tended to raise him in her estimation; and, for mourning that duty and pride had induced her to strive to think less of him, she was compelled to subst.i.tute regret that her own act had driven him from her in sorrow, if not in desperation. It is not in the nature of youth, however, to despair; and Frances now knew a secret joy that gave a new spring to her existence.
The sun broke forth, on the morning that succeeded this night of desolation, in unclouded l.u.s.ter, and seemed to mock the petty sorrows of those who received his rays. Lawton had early ordered his steed, and was ready to mount as the first burst of light broke over the hills. His orders were already given, and the trooper threw his leg across the saddle, in silence; and, casting a glance of fierce chagrin at the narrow s.p.a.ce that had favored the flight of the Skinner, he gave Roanoke the rein, and moved slowly towards the valley.
The stillness of death pervaded the road, nor was there a single vestige of the scenes of the night, to tarnish the loveliness of a glorious morn. Struck with the contrast between man and nature, the fearless trooper rode by each pa.s.s of danger, regardless of what might happen; nor did he rouse himself from his musing, until the n.o.ble charger, snuffing the morning air, greeted the steeds of the guard under Sergeant Hollister.
Here, indeed, was to be seen sad evidence of the midnight fray, but the trooper glanced his eye over it with the coolness of one accustomed to such sights. Without wasting the moments in useless regrets, he proceeded, at once, to business.
"Have you seen anything?" he demanded of the orderly.
"Nothing, sir, that we dared to charge upon," returned Hollister; "but we mounted once, at the report of distant firearms."
""Tis well," said Lawton, gloomily. "Ah! Hollister, I would give the animal I ride, to have had your single arm between the wretch who drew that trigger and these useless rocks, which overhang every bit of ground, as if they grudged pasture to a single hoof."
"Under the light of day, and charging man to man, I am as good as another; but I can"t say that I"m overfond of fighting with those that neither steel nor lead can bring down."
"What silly crotchet is uppermost, now, in that mystified brain of thine, Deacon Hollister?"
"I like not the dark object that has been maneuvering in the skirt of the wood since the first dawn of day; and twice, during the night, it was seen marching across the firelight, no doubt with evil intent."
"Is it yon ball of black, at the foot of the rock maple, that you mean?
In truth it moves."
"But without mortal motion," said the sergeant, regarding it with awful reverence. "It glides along, but no feet have been seen by any who watch here."
"Had it wings," cried Lawton, "it is mine; stand fast, until I join." The words were hardly uttered before Roanoke was flying across the plain, and apparently verifying the boast of his master.
"Those cursed rocks!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the trooper, as he saw the object of his pursuit approaching the hillside; but, either from want of practice or from terror, it pa.s.sed the obvious shelter they offered, and fled into the open plain.
"I have you, man or devil!" shouted Lawton, whirling his saber from its scabbard. "Halt, and take quarter!"
His proposition was apparently acceded to; for, at the sound of his powerful voice, the figure sank upon the ground, exhibiting a shapeless ball of black, without life or motion.
"What have we here?" cried Lawton, drawing up by its side. "A gala suit of the good maiden, Jeanette Peyton, wandering around its birthplace, or searching in vain for its discomfited mistress?" He leaned forward in his stirrups, and placing the point of his sword under the silken garment, by throwing aside the covering, discovered part of the form of the reverend gentleman who had fled from the Locusts, the evening before, in his robes of office.
"In truth, Hollister had some ground for his alarm; an army chaplain is, at any time, a terror to a troop of horse."
The clergyman had collected enough of his disturbed faculties, to discover that it was a face he knew, and somewhat disconcerted at the terror he had manifested, and the indecent att.i.tude in which he had been found, he endeavored to rise and offer some explanation. Lawton received his apologies good-humoredly, if not with much faith in their truth; and, after a short communication upon the state of the valley, the trooper courteously alighted, and they proceeded towards the guard.
"I am so little acquainted, sir, with the rebel uniform, that I really was unable to distinguish, whether those men, whom you say are your own, did or did not belong to the gang of marauders."
"Apology, sir, is unnecessary," replied the trooper, curling his lip. "It is not your task, as a minister of G.o.d, to take note of the facings of a coat. The standard under which you serve is acknowledged by us all."
"I serve under the standard of his gracious Majesty, George III," returned the priest, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. "But really the idea of being scalped has a strong tendency to unman a new-beginner, like myself."
"Scalped!" echoed Lawton, stopping short in his walk. Then recollecting himself, he added, with composure, "If it is to Dunwoodie"s squadron of Virginia light dragoons that you allude, it may be well to inform you that they generally take a bit of the skull with the skin."
"Oh! I can have no apprehensions of gentlemen of your appearance," said the divine, with a smirk. "It is the natives that I apprehend."
"Natives! I have the honor to be one, I a.s.sure you, sir."
"Nay, I beg that I may be understood-I mean the Indians; they who do nothing but rob, and murder, and destroy."
"And scalp!"
"Yes, sir, and scalp too," continued the clergyman, eying his companion a little suspiciously; "the copper-colored, savage Indians."
"And did you expect to meet those nose-jeweled gentry in the neutral ground?"
"Certainly; we understand in England that the interior swarms with them."
"And call you this the interior of America?" cried Lawton, again halting, and staring the other in the face, with a surprise too naturally expressed to be counterfeited.
"Surely, sir, I conceive myself to be in the interior."
"Attend," said Lawton, pointing towards the east. "See you not that broad sheet of water which the eye cannot compa.s.s? Thither lies the England you deem worthy to hold dominion over half the world. See you the land of your nativity?"
""Tis impossible to behold objects at a distance of three thousand miles!" exclaimed the wondering priest, a little suspicious of his companion"s sanity.
"No! what a pity it is that the powers of man are not equal to his ambition. Now turn your eyes westward; observe that vast expanse of water which rolls between the sh.o.r.es of America and China."
"I see nothing but land," said the trembling priest; "there is no water to be seen."
""Tis impossible to behold objects at a distance of three thousand miles!" repeated Lawton, pursuing his walk. "If you apprehend the savages, seek them in the ranks of your prince. Rum and gold have preserved their loyalty."
"Nothing is more probable than my being deceived," said the man of peace, casting furtive glances at the colossal stature and whiskered front of his companion; "but the rumors we have at home, and the uncertainty of meeting with such an enemy as yourself, induced me to fly at your approach."